A Select Collection of Old Plays: In Twelve Volumes, المجلد 3Septimus Prowett, 1825 |
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... stay his arm upon a staff , 6 That erst could wield a launce . Then , gentle father , resign the hold to me ; Give arms to youth , and honour unto age . Musgrove . Avaunt , false hearted boy , my joints do quake Even with anguish of thy ...
... stay his arm upon a staff , 6 That erst could wield a launce . Then , gentle father , resign the hold to me ; Give arms to youth , and honour unto age . Musgrove . Avaunt , false hearted boy , my joints do quake Even with anguish of thy ...
الصفحة 17
... Stay him . Jane . Ay , well said , Ned , go lie Thou hast given the king his answer ; For were the ghost of Cæsar on the earth , Wrapped in the wonted glory of his honour , He should not make me wrong my husband so . But good king James ...
... Stay him . Jane . Ay , well said , Ned , go lie Thou hast given the king his answer ; For were the ghost of Cæsar on the earth , Wrapped in the wonted glory of his honour , He should not make me wrong my husband so . But good king James ...
الصفحة 22
... Stay , I will go tell my master . Hear you , master ? we have another prize : Those three horses be in your wheat close still , And here be three geldings more . George . What be these ? Jenkin . These are the masters of the horses ...
... Stay , I will go tell my master . Hear you , master ? we have another prize : Those three horses be in your wheat close still , And here be three geldings more . George . What be these ? Jenkin . These are the masters of the horses ...
الصفحة 23
... Stay , my lords , let us parly on these broils ; Not Hercules against two , the proverb is , Nor I against so great a multitude . Had not your troops come marching as they did , I would have stopt your passage unto London : But now I'll ...
... Stay , my lords , let us parly on these broils ; Not Hercules against two , the proverb is , Nor I against so great a multitude . Had not your troops come marching as they did , I would have stopt your passage unto London : But now I'll ...
الصفحة 29
... Stay , George , we do appeal . George . To whom ? Bonfield . Why , to the king : For rather had we bide what he appoints , Than here be murthered by a servile groom . Kendall . What wilt thou do with us ? George . Even as lord Bonfield ...
... Stay , George , we do appeal . George . To whom ? Bonfield . Why , to the king : For rather had we bide what he appoints , Than here be murthered by a servile groom . Kendall . What wilt thou do with us ? George . Even as lord Bonfield ...
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Alcario Alexandro Anselmo Astolfo Balthazar bawd Belimperia Bellafront Bettris blood Bonfield Bots Candido Carolo Castile Castruchio Cerberine Constable Cuddy death Dekkar devil dost doth Duke earl of Kendall edition Edward embassador Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Fluello Fustigo gentlemen George a Greene give gown hand hast hath hear heart heaven hell Hieronimo Hipolito hither Honest Whore honour Horatio Infelice is't Isabella Jenkin Jeronimo Kendall king Lazarotto live Lodovico look lord Lorenzo Madman marry master Matheo mistress murder never night Omnes Orlando Pedringano Pinner Pioratto play Portugal pr'ythee pray Prentice prince revenge Robin Robin Hood Roger Rogero Servant shew Shoemaker Signior sirrah slain soul Spain Spanish Tragedy Steevens's Note swear sweet tell thee there's thine thou art thou shalt troth unto Viceroy villain Wakefield wench what's Wife woman words y'are Zounds
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الصفحة 171 - What noise is this ? who calls Hieronimo ? " May it be done ? Pain. Yea, sir. Hier. Well, sir ; then bring me forth, bring me through alley and alley, still with a distracted countenance going along, and let my hair heave up my night-cap. Let the clouds scowl, make the moon dark, the stars extinct, the winds blowing, the bells tolling, the owls shrieking, the toads croaking, the minutes jarring, and the clock striking twelve.
الصفحة 107 - Enforc'd by nature and by law of arms My tongue should plead for young Horatio's right : He hunted well that was a lion's death, 170 Not he that in a garment wore his skin ; So hares may pull dead lions by the beard.
الصفحة 165 - Conceived of young Horatio his son, And covetous of having to himself The ransom of the young prince Balthazar, Distract, and in a manner lunatic. KING Believe me, nephew, we are sorry for't: 90 This is the love that fathers bear their sons.
الصفحة 141 - t is here hard by behind the house; There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure, For die he must, if we do mean to live.
الصفحة 148 - I must go to Pedringano, and tell him his pardon is in this box ; nay, I would have sworn it, had I not seen the contrary. — I cannot choose but smile to think how the villain will flout the gallows, scorn the audience, and descant on the hangman, and all presuming of his pardon from hence.
الصفحة 132 - God ! confusion, mischief, torment, death and hell, Drop all your stings at once in my cold bosom, That now is stiff with horror ; kill me quickly : Be gracious to me, thou infective night, And drop this deed of murder down on me ; Gird in my waste of grief with thy large darkness, And let me not survive to see the light, May put me in the mind I had a son.
الصفحة 321 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. — The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer, A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed.
الصفحة 159 - Meadows trim, with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where, perhaps, some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
الصفحة 310 - twould grieve a soul to see God's image So blemish'd and defac'd, yet do they act Such antick and such pretty lunacies, That, spite of sorrow, they will make you smile. Others again we have, like hungry lions, Fierce as wild bulls, untameable as flies.
الصفحة 283 - False colours last after the true be dead. Of all the roses grafted on her cheeks, Of all the graces dancing in her eyes, Of all the music set upon her tongue, Of all that was past woman's excellence In her white bosom ; look, a painted board Circumscribes all ! DEKKER.